The heart acoustic (Ghostface x reader)

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎

You had stolen the phone they planned to make their call on, and ran through the maze of hallways. You had found yourself a nice little coat closet to hide in while you made a call of your own. You were calling the police again. You quickly dialed 911 into the keypad, and held the phone up to your ear.

"911, what's your emergency," a man asked.

"Please help, the killer's in here with me, they're hunting me," you quickly whispered. "I'm at Stuart Macher's house. I don't know the address, but it's on Turner... avenue? Turner lane? Something like that."

"The Macher residence... 261, Turner Lane?"

"That's the one. Please help me, they want to kill me, they've killed everyone else-"

"You keep saying 'they' as a plural. Is there more than one killer," the man asked calmly.

"There's two," you replied, trying to stay quiet.

"Do you know who they are?"

"Yeah, um... William Loomis and Stuart Macher."

Then you heard footsteps thundering down the hallway. Glass was shattering, doors were being slammed shut, and it was no question that destruction was being left in your pursuers wake.

"Shit, he's coming," you told the man.

You hung up the phone and looked around the closet, cursing your eyes for not adjusting to the darkness quicker. It wasn't a matter of 'if' the killer found you, it was 'when.' And so you were going to get yourself some sort of weapon to defend yourself with. Sadly, due to the restrictions of your vision, you couldn't find anything that would help you survive.

Then you saw your makeshift sword. A hot pink umbrella.

You leaned over and grabbed it as quietly as possible, praying that the little sounds the fabric made didn't alert whoever chased after you of your location.

You listened closely as the footsteps scampered around, destroying more property as they went. They suddenly sounded like they were right next to you, and you quickly sucked in a nervous breath.

Then the door flew open.

You quickly jumped to your feet and hit the intruder as hard as you could with your umbrella. William let out a yelp from pain, and you whacked him once more. He fell back in surprise, not expecting you to fight back. Suddenly, there was a searing pain in his eye.

You, trying to drive the umbrella into one of the gashes in his chest, fucking missed. Luckily for you, the tip of the umbrella sunk right into his left eyeball. He screamed out in pain, and you quickly let go of the umbrella.

Gravity pulled the umbrella to the ground, taking it out of the eyesocket for William. At least he didn't have to deal with ripping it out himself.

You sprinted away. You knew that now, he was most definitely going to kill you for that.

"Billy," Stu called worriedly. "What the fuck's going on?!"

Then he saw you. You were running away from Billy, who was screaming out in pain. Not exactly putting two and two together, Stu began to chase after you so he didn't disappoint his partner.

"Get back here (y/n)," he demanded loudly.

Of course, you didn't listen.

"At least slow down! I'm starting to feel woozy here!"

He followed you into the living room, where you had accidentally cornered yourself. He decided to try and use the tactic of calming you down, talking you down from whatever anxieties and fears were keeping you this on edge. Billy always called him 'the smooth talker' of the duo.

Although, poor Stu didn't realize he had been deemed that because he always said the wrong thing. To the point that no one suspected him, assuming he was too stupid for murder. So his idiocy worked out in their favor.

But in a situation like this... it was very much not going to be helpful.

"It's okay (n/n), it's just me," Stuart began. "It's okay! Me and Billy saw the tat on your ribcage! When we killed Casey, your shirt slipped up, and we got a sneak peek! You can join us, you won't ever have to be alone!"

He began creeping towards you, and you panicked. Once again, you looked for makeshift weapons. Then your eyes landed on your 'grenade.'

You grabbed the decorative vase that was on the TV stand next to the television set, and threw it at Stuart as hard as you could. You must've hit him pretty damn hard, because he quickly crumbled to the ground, groaning in pain. And the vase shattered on impact, leaving porcelain shards and dirt everywhere on the floor. The marigolds that had been inside fell to the floor, petals fluttering to the ground like teardrops.

And then you noticed that Stuart had landed right in front of the TV stand. Time to end this.

"I'd rather be alone for a trillion years then spend another second with you, you fucking asswipe! Burn in Hell!"

Stu's eyes lit up with multiple feelings. It was a shock that someone could filter through so many emotions in only a few moments.

Fear and pain. Sadness. Joy. Longing. Hatred. Admiration. Happiness. Hope. Despair. Content. Cheerfulness. Hopelessness.

Before he could formulate a proper response, you had grabbed the TV, and pushed it over the edge. The screen fell right over his face, the body encasing his head. Then shock after shock of electricity were sent crashing through his body like lightning.

You watched as he twitched and convulsed, then suddenly stopped. His limbs fell to his sides, limp.

You went to go to the front door, ready to make your grand exit as you waited for the police. You were moving towards the kitchen, when someone jumped out in front of you. You panicked, seconds from attacking them to defend yourself once more.

"I'M SORRY, IT'S ALRIGHT," Randy screeched.

You looked at him, wide-eyed. Randal was alive! You quickly grabbed the poor boy in a bone-crushing hug, despite his injury.

Before he could say anything, someone forcefully ripped you away from him. You fell to the floor from how harsh they had pulled you away, and Randy screamed as they tackled him.

William began to punch Randy's face and throat repeatedly, and you got a good look at his eye. Or, what was left of it. The poor organ looked like a burst bubble in a sink or tub. Blood was pouring from the socket, obscuring any color that may had once been in his eyes.

Before you could intervene, something hit William upside the head, knocking him off of Randy. William moved to get up, only for a gunshot to echo through the room. William suddenly fell, his corpse as limp as Stuart's had been.

"Guess I remembered the safety that time you bastard," the news lady said angrily.

She helped Randy up off the ground, considering he was struggling to move properly with all his injuries. You hesitantly stood up, not wanting to move. You just wanted to lay down and cry.

"Careful," Randy warned. "This is the moment when the supposedly dead killer comes back for one last scare."

You all waited for a moment in silence, but nothing happened. The news lady shot him in the chest, and he wasn't breathing. She must've hit a vital organ.

"This ain't a movie kid," the woman stated. "It's over now. No more scares."

A/n: it's not quite over, there's still a chapter or two left. Don't worry.